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The light shone through the bedroom window as Katie walked back into her bedroom from having had a shower, now dressed only in a cream fluffy towel that she had wrapped around her body and tucked it back into itself just above her breasts. Another smaller towel was wrapped in a turban style around her hair and there were droplets of water on her bare back. She glanced down to her dresser to see the single red rose and note from her boyfriend. “See you at 8.30!” It note simply said. Katie smiled.

Drying herself off she released both towels allowing them to fall to the floor and brushed her wet hair through as she opened her underwear drawer. Feeling in a sexy mood and looking forward to dinner later with her new boyfriend she rummaged in the drawer before removing a pale cream delicate lace bra and matching lace panties. Smiling to herself, she hoped he would like this, not too slutty but more feminine, should they end up in bed of course which wasn’t guaranteed. Katie suddenly thought that she might be fast-forwarding slightly. They had only been going out for a few weeks but she thought she could read the signals and expected that it was just a matter of time until it actually happened. Not that Katie was a virgin, at 26 she had had a few guys but not many and there was something different about Ritchie that she seemed to be attracted to. Giggling softly to herself she pulled out a packet of sheer black hold-up stockings and slid them one by one up over her slim shapely legs. Smiling, Katie stood in front of the long mirror and started to dress in a buttoned vest top and short skirt before applying her makeup.

All Katie’s thoughts were on the evening ahead when there was a knock on the door.
She peered through her spyhole on the door and recognised the building’s Janitor. Opening the door she smiled.

“That’s me away Katie! Just thought I would let you know since you’re the only one in the building!” Brendan said with a kind smile. “Have a lovely evening!”
It was true, Katie was the only resident in the tower block of 12 flats, the remaining ones were all vacant and new people were due to move in, in the forthcoming months, at least according to Brendan.
Katie smiled at the old man. “Thanks Brendan, you have a good one too!”
Katie closed her door and returned to her dresser. She continued to apply her makeup glancing at her digital clock that showed 1821.

Katie started to think again if Ritchie did want what she wanted. Yes some sex, it seemed like ages since she had had any but then she knew she wasn’t the type of woman to just throw herself at men. It took time with her and they had to be kind and considerate if they were to get ‘into Katie’s panties!’ Her cheeks reddened as she thought like that and reaching down she ran her soft hands over her thighs exposed by the short skirt.

She could feel the indentation of the lace tops of her stockings. Katie had felt her cheeks redden earlier in the day. At lunchtime in a caf?he had noticed two young men watching her. Her thoughts had drifted watching their eyes take in her slim form and rounded bum, her best feature according to old boyfriends. She had imagined them discussing whether she was wearing stockings under her work uniform. She grinned again at the thought as she finally applied her lipstick to her full lips.
“So what d’ya think Ritchie?” She posed seductively looking in front of the mirror as she spoke to herself pretending she was talking to him. “Like what ya see?” She giggled again.


It was dark as the 2 teenagers stood on the corner of the apartment block leaning against the wall. Leroy was 19, black, tall, slim and with cropped hair and dark eyes. He was also extremely aggressive to those that crossed his path and the natural leader of his gang! Well, his gang only comprised of him and his brother Ev, short for Everton aged 18. And there was also his mate Paul, who although being older than Leroy at 24 was not as hard, nor as clever, nor as black as Leroy or Ev. The reality was that Paul, being tall and wiry with broken teeth and thick eyebrows, along with greasy long brown hair was just a pervy bastard with a real weirdness about him.

Leroy knew he also fancied Cathy, another member, albeit a girl member of the gang, but she was Leroy’s busty bitch, so he could cope with that. Cath also knew Paul fancied her too. He made it so fucking obvious the way he leered at her but he just gave Cathy the creeps. But she knew that whilst she was Leroy’s girl she had him to protect her from the likes of Paul and any others that crossed her path. Other members of the gang tended to come and go but along Main Road (and all roads leading off it) was Leroy’s patch and had been for a long time. And everyone that needed to know that knew it and steered clear. Leroy’s reputation went before him and so rivals knew not to stray into his backyard without warning first.

Leroy swigged from a can of cider and waited patiently watching some people walking by on the other side of the road. Paul approached and the two men hit their knuckles together in greeting.
“How goes it man?” Paul enquired.
“Quiet man, quiet!” Acknowledged Leroy in an Afro-Irish accent.
“Where’s yo bitch tonight then?”
“What you aksing that for Man?!” Leroy turned aggressively towards Paul. “You know she ain’t invited tonight, we got a job I wanna do! Right??”
“No worries Leroy, Man!” Paul backed down. “So who is it?”
Leroy glanced down at his phone and waited patiently. “She was in the caf?oday, me and Ev spotted her and she’s gagging for it and getting it tonight!”
“Cool Man!” Paul replied. “So when we going?”
“When we get the fucking call, Man!” declared Leroy.
His mobile rang moments later. “Yeah?” Leroy said firmly then simply. “K!”
He closed his mobile and grinned at Paul and Ev. “Time to play bro’s!” His white teeth were shining in the dim moonlight.

Kathy didn’t hear the footsteps outside the building nor did you hear the crack of neither the glass as it broke nor the shards as they fell onto the soft carpet below the window breaking into smaller pieces. She was sitting in front of her laptop looking up details of the restaurant that Ritchie had booked for them, just to check it out. Other than the clicking of her nails on the keyboard the room and building were in virtual silence as Leroy, Paul and Ev made their way gently up the stairway seemingly knowing exactly where they were going. The light from Kathy’s flat shone out from the building like a beacon in the darkness of the tower block. The men approached silently until they were outside Kathy’s door. She was still oblivious to everything, save the typing of the keys.

Then it came. A knock on the door! Kathy glanced over to her clock. 1845! Odd she thought but then thought it might be Brendan back again. Without thinking she walked over to the door and opened it. “Bren………………..!” Kathy stopped mid sentence. No one there! Odd she thought. She could have sworn she heard a knock. Ah, well…………..back to the laptop. Kathy was just about to close the door when she thought she saw a light flash across the landing. And then what appeared to be a shadow flashing across the doorway opposite hers. She looked again out into the darkness. There was nothing there, nothing to see. Stepping outside of her apartment she hit the light switch on the wall. Nothing happened.
“God, not again!” She cursed as she thought of the amount of times the corridor lights didn’t seem to work. She looked out into the darkness again.
“Hello?” Her voice seemed to echo in the silence of the building. “Hello?” She repeated. “Is there anybody there? Is that you Brendan? Hello?”

“Oh well, hearing things now!” Katie said to herself as she turned back to her door and pulled it shut behind her. She started to walk back to her desk and looked down at her laptop as she sat down. “You are hearing things!” She smiled as her fingers rested on the keys and she thought of her evening and hopefully night ahead with Ritchie.

So engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t see the men and hardly noticed the warm breath near to her cheek but suddenly sensed that someone was near her. She turned quickly. “What the……………..! The hairs were rising on the back of her neck nervously………………….but no one was there. Now her chest was heaving as she felt her heart suddenly beat faster. Katie knew that whatever was going on it was unnerving her but there was no one in her flat, just her.
“Calm down!” She told herself firmly as she glanced at the clock. 1915.
But as much as she tried, for some unknown reason she suddenly felt a little frightened about being all alone in the silent building. She took a deep breath and sitting still tried to calm her nerves. She readjusted her position and started to type once again.

It only took a flick of the switch by Ev to cut all power in the apartment and darkness ensued immediately as Katie watched her screen suddenly darken with a popping sound, along with the entire room being plunged into darkness.
“Shit!” She whispered to herself. “I don’t fucking believe this!” She sat still for a moment allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness and night vision to set in knowing she would need to find her torch and ring Brendan at home to come and fix the problem.

Katie sat, with a mix of anger and frustration going through her mind as she tried to think of where in the apartment her torch would be, and this time she did feel warm breath on the back of her neck………………………...!

The attack came quickly and silently as the arm closed around Katie’s neck from behind as she was literally dragged from her chair. In sheer panic in the darkness she tried to struggle but he was far too strong for her and desperation was setting in. She already felt weak and exhausted from the struggle. Whoever it was had dragged her from the chair across the floor before throwing her face down onto the carpet. Her first instinct was try to crawl away hoping that he would not see her in the darkness but before she could move he was on top of her and she felt him breathing into her right ear.
“Think of moving or screaming…………….!” He growled in a loud whisper. “An I’ll cut your fucking head off…………….!” Katie felt tears burst spontaneously from her eyes and glanced to one side to see him lower a knife onto the floor, the faint moonlight reflecting on the long blade.

Panic and fear took over and tears welled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She tried in vain to struggle under his weight before feeling the first slap come down across the side of her face. The second slap was much harder and she bit her lip as she cried out.
“Stop fucking hitting her!” The male voice came from the front as another shadowy figure walked into Katie’s line of sight looking down at her. His shape was silhouetted in the darkness. He squatted down in front of her and the man at the back grabbed her hair pulling her head up so she could look in the darkness at the other man through teary eyes.
“Relax!” He said softly, “an you won’t get hurt!” His accent gave him away as black but with a Irish lilt to his voice.
Katie looked up at him defiantly and angrily.
“We ain’t here for you!” He grinned. “You’re just a bonus!” On saying this he disappeared again. “Don’t fucking hurt her, you hear!” He called back.
“Well they might not be here for you!” The man on top of Katie purred into her ear. “But I know what I want! I won’t fucking hurt you, as long as you do exactly what I want!” He snarled again. “You sure looked pretty in the caf?oday!”

As Katie struggled beneath him she cast her mind back to earlier in the day and remembered the two teenagers ogling at her. It couldn’t be them, could it? She felt her arms being pulled back aggressively and a belt being bound around her wrists behind her back. She winced as he pulled it tight, the belt buckle digging into her skin. Moving off he pushed Katie over onto her back. She looked up at him in the darkness; her eyes now adjusted to the darkened room and saw a white man with long dark hair and dark eyes looking down at her. His face made all the darker from the hood he was wearing. He didn’t move for some time but just looked down at her but never once looking at her face. Then, he lifted his arms into the air and pulled off the hooded sweater.
Katie stared at her attacker in the darkness and could make out bruises and scratches on his skin. He was quite well built and had the look of a boxer that had just come out of a nasty fight. His left eye was blackened by a bruise and some blood had dried in his messy brown hair. He hadn’t shaven in a couple days and had some steady stubble that made him look quite attractive in a strange sort of way. No! She must stop thinking like that, Katie told herself. This was a description for the Police! His listless dark eyes were fixed on Katie’s chest as he grabbed at her hair with one hand and literally dragged her up to her feet. She squealed in pain as she almost tumbled but stood unsteadily on her feet.

Pulling her a few feet across to an empty table he pushed her face down, his weight pinning her in place as she felt his obvious growing member bulging in his trousers against her bum.
“You sick bastard!” She snapped back at him. He only laughed as she felt the palm of his hand come down across the side of her face in a sharp slap once again.
“Shut the fuck up, Bitch!” He snarled again as she felt his tongue trace along the edge of her neck and up to her ear. Katie shivered slightly at the wet sensation and it repulsed her to think her body liked the touch of the attacker. She tried instead to divert her attention to think of Ritchie. He would be in here soon. He would save her. She had no concept of the time but remembered the last time she had seen the clock it was 1915. That had to be at least an hour before? Wasn’t it that long?

Katie felt a hand reach around and cup her left breast through the thin vest top just above the fabric of her lace bra. His tongue was replaced by his sucking mouth as she heard and felt him embrace the skin of her neck. At the same time the sound of his kissing was interrupted only by the popping of buttons as they were broken by the ripping open of her top with his strong hands. She knew what was coming next but still gasped as she felt his hands maul breasts ...

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